Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Wire,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.